Ivory
I sat up, my eyes widened and I struggled to see in the dark. More gunshots rang out and I gasped in fright, slapping a hand over my mouth while my heart flew into my throat.
What's going on?
Is that… an attack?
My stomach twisted from nerves and I stumbled to my feet, ignoring the weakness in my muscles.
Screams echoed from outside the throne room and the fear within me thicken. If this is an attack, it means whoeber or was, came for the king.
A stupid death wish, clearly.
But I can't stay here and get caught in the middle of it. If they're here for the king tonight, they'd definitely come find him here in this throne room.
And if I'm caught here, what if instead of killing me and putting me out of my mystery, then choose to take me along with them to turn me into some kind of outlet for their sexual pleasures.
As that thought crossed my mind, the door flew open, colliding hard with the door and a panicked scream tore past my throat before I could bite it down.
